I excitedly ripped open the envelope.

“Hey T, what it do,” he wrote.

He is craving Boston like a pregnant woman craves chocolate chip ice cream.

“I wish I had a Boston Herald or Globe,” he said. “I’m so out of touch with the city, it’s crazy.”

Earlier this year, I sat in a Federal Court House beside his mother, sister, and girlfriend, praying that the judge would extend mercy. We were looking for the kind of mercy that God gives us everyday. Even though we snub Him, He still loves us enough to let us try again the next day. [more]